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Oh, I'll give you a magazine, there buddy. Hey, it's full of hollow points. You're gonna love it when I put those in a gun, and then put 'em in your brain!
Master Shake turning black and trying out his new "complicated handshake."
This interaction between Shake and a store clerk:
Clerk: Look, uh. We don't cash checks here.
Master Shake: And we don't respond to threats! I'll say it one more time in that little language I like to call English. Or maybe I should say it in Mexican-o? Get back there-o and cash-o the check-o, amigo. Andale, Andale.
Ignignokt: He's not responding, cup. Lay into him more.
Err: (outside with the giant radioactive "check"note actually a bill) Yeah, lay into him some more!
Ignignokt: I've got this, Err.
Clerk: That thing there is your check?
Master Shake: Yeah, that's the check.
Clerk: Well, we don't cash 'em.
Master Shake: Oh, you've never seen a check before? Oh, me so sorry. Maybe you're in the wrong business. And maybe immigration would like to know about this.
Clerk: Good.. cause I'm American.
Master Shake: Well I'm not! But when I become one, maybe then I'll legally buy a weapon and we won't have to vote you out of office. Will we, scumbag?!
"We are not establishing a democracy in this house! This is a dictatorship! I rule with an iron dick!"
"Yeah, I'm in the business. The business of kickin' your ass. And lemme tell ya, business is boomin'."
Carl: There's something I need to say, ya know. Ever since my son was...never conceived because I never had consensual sex without money involved, I always sorta looked at you as...well, kind've a thing that I could, ya know, live next to in accordance with state law.
Meatwad: Oh, that's sweet. You're trying to say that you love me!
Carl: Eh eh eh, let's not get ahead of ourselves here - WHO ARE YOU TAKIN' TO THAT FRIGGIN SUPERBOWL!
Fry Legs. First we see Frylock trying to impress a girl with a mecha-like contraption which walks in a reallyoff-putting way. Then, he starts stalking her. Then he kills her boyfriend when he tells him to back off...and wears his mutilated corpse as a suit. Of course, it doesn't fit well◊. (Pleasant dreams!)